House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And, God, I know I’m one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on the run
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
Well i got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain